sick shooters
Somebody get the body bags
Can’t do this anymore
Can’t handle this anymore.
I try to help out.
People still shooting guns off
Politicians still way off
Fine then I will do it
Cuz you just sit and quit
You guys are always split
Ask me how I do it
Well I do it with chi
My bars are always complete
I don’t care what you think
These politicians are so sleet
I met a man all the way from california
We were homies since we were young
We watched as shootings were going on
Alerts were popping in are samsungs
I knew I had to do something.
That’s why every day I do my best.
Respect those that were laid to rest.
Care for those who experience stress.
If I was there I would attack
Attack the shooter that made me mad.
Break his neck and make sure he’s dead.
Save the lives, no regret.
Don't judge me I do their job
They should be shooting with the glock
They sit in their chairs like a rock
While I am working these two jobs
Don't get me started with gun control
Black market still got them though,
Guns shooting the blackboard.
While we got none they kill our soul.
I will not stop till we can rest.
Politicians go ahead place a hit.
You will not find me I admit.
One step ahead you, you should check
Watch your back you sick shooters.
You killed my fam, you heart polluter.
I find you and give you to a prosecutor
I will not stop im a persecutor.
The Glass Mask
~This is a poem that one of my best friends made~
I could feel the glass shatter, the little shards digging deep into my skin
Almost reminding me of my failures, the wrongs that I’ve done
Now that I see all of the pain and sorrow I’ve caused, I’m not sure if I deserve
This beautiful cracking, the mask shattering and setting my real emotions free
This feels familiar, like deja vu…
But nothing seems to ring a bell, at all..nothing is the same now that the only obstacle
That I’ve ever faced is finally clear, finally allowing me to come out of the shell
That I’ve molded and crafted delicately, so sometimes I wonder..
What would life be without this glass mask?
What would be filling my thoughts instead of the freedom I’ve dreamed about?
Love? Hate? Regret?
I’ve been told that emotions are weak, tying you down and trapping you
From your true self, your true destiny
But what even is destiny? Is it the path that comes naturally?
I choose to believe that I can create my own, mold something other
Than that horrible mask
So sometimes I wonder, what would I be without this mask
Would I truly know who I am?
It irritates my to know I am who I am with that mask
That that mask is why I’m so strong, so stable
Am I forced to thank that mask? Has everything I’ve done
Led to this stupid mask creating my emotions, molding my new personality?
It doesn’t seem fair, the thing I’ve always dreamed of getting rid of
Is the thing I want back the most
I want to hide all of my emotions, my personality,
If it means I don’t have to thank that glass mask